Song | Tleilaxu (The Unborn Child) |
Artist | Varathron |
Album | Walpurgisnacht |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Varathron | |
Nature had taken the face of fear | |
Terror is painted around | |
Whispers and screams of pain | |
Are hovering in the night. | |
The high priests are prepearing | |
This surifice must be done | |
Full-moon is approaching | |
Red virgin-blood will be spiled. | |
Tou are prepearing for the great moment | |
The unborn child is coming | |
With the hordes of evil | |
With absolute hate and obscure eyes. | |
You're faithful servant | |
He's the chosen one | |
The silence cry drives you mad | |
The whispers are drilling your mind. | |
The mystic gathering from the faithful priest | |
Waiting for the secret day | |
It ain't going to be late | |
Ruins and destruction turn around | |
Your tears are rolling the black cloak | |
The great celebration is beginning (The unborn child is coming) | |
Look the sights of time... |
zuo qu : Varathron | |
Nature had taken the face of fear | |
Terror is painted around | |
Whispers and screams of pain | |
Are hovering in the night. | |
The high priests are prepearing | |
This surifice must be done | |
Fullmoon is approaching | |
Red virginblood will be spiled. | |
Tou are prepearing for the great moment | |
The unborn child is coming | |
With the hordes of evil | |
With absolute hate and obscure eyes. | |
You' re faithful servant | |
He' s the chosen one | |
The silence cry drives you mad | |
The whispers are drilling your mind. | |
The mystic gathering from the faithful priest | |
Waiting for the secret day | |
It ain' t going to be late | |
Ruins and destruction turn around | |
Your tears are rolling the black cloak | |
The great celebration is beginning The unborn child is coming | |
Look the sights of time... |
zuò qǔ : Varathron | |
Nature had taken the face of fear | |
Terror is painted around | |
Whispers and screams of pain | |
Are hovering in the night. | |
The high priests are prepearing | |
This surifice must be done | |
Fullmoon is approaching | |
Red virginblood will be spiled. | |
Tou are prepearing for the great moment | |
The unborn child is coming | |
With the hordes of evil | |
With absolute hate and obscure eyes. | |
You' re faithful servant | |
He' s the chosen one | |
The silence cry drives you mad | |
The whispers are drilling your mind. | |
The mystic gathering from the faithful priest | |
Waiting for the secret day | |
It ain' t going to be late | |
Ruins and destruction turn around | |
Your tears are rolling the black cloak | |
The great celebration is beginning The unborn child is coming | |
Look the sights of time... |